Hi everyone! Thanks to all who reviewed! I really appreciate your opinions on my work! Well, this is the chapter I've been looking forward to writing ever since I got the idea! Here it is; my version of Fear and Fluff, the perfect combination! And it's long, too! YAY! Read, enjoy, and review!

-WriterGirl713

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. If I did canceling it would be out of the question and Danny and Sam would be together.

Chapter 5: Day 4, Secret's Out

(Danny's POV)

The next day went by without too much trouble. Tucker broke into the Guys in White's computer data base and found out that they were in the total wrong place to find my human identity. Sam and I didn't get asked one dangerous question, until that night.

It was late that Saturday night and I couldn't sleep. I got up and decided to go flying. I went ghost and phazed through my window, heading for the park. I love late night flights. The wind blowing past my head seems to clear my mind a bit, and let me tell you I needed my mind cleared with all that had been going on lately.

I sighed in contentment and a blue mist erupted from my breath. I sighed again, this time in annoyance, and followed my ghost sense. I had somehow trained it to remain visible and track the ghost that triggered it. Pretty cool, huh? Well anyway, I followed my ghost sense and it took me into an alleyway behind my house.

It was late and the alleyway was dark. I couldn't see past my own outstretched hand, but I didn't ignite it with glowing ectoplasm. Giving away my position to any ghost was foolish; I'd learned that one the hard way. It's a long story involving me and Youngblood to be told at some other time, so don't ask. Ok, I'm off topic again, back to the story at hand.

It was early and the alleyway was dark. I couldn't see past my own outstretched hand and I had a creeping feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me this wasn't going to end well. I inched forward in the pitch black alley, holding my breath and wondering at the eerie silence. I know it's really cliché to say, but it seemed too quiet. Way too quiet. Nothing could be heard; no cars on the street, no lights in the houses beyond the dead end alleyway, even my Dad's earthquake-like snores were absent.

I took a step forward and stepped on a dead leaf. The crunching sound beneath my foot sounded like a fog horn to me. I jumped and my heart began to beat irregularly fast, but I felt foolish for it. It's just a leaf, Phantom! Talk about paranoid! I slapped myself mentally, but wasn't about to move that much that fast in reality. I took another step forward and nothing happened. Not a sound was heard, not a movement detected.

I took another step forward and was greeted, once again, by silence. This was really starting to creep me out. My ghost sense, which had long gone, had told me the ghost was here, in the alleyway, but it seemed completely deserted. I took yet another step forward and my hand touched solid stone. I gasped involuntarily. I was at the end of the alley already? My gasp filled the alley and I stood stock still, afraid. I didn't even know what I was afraid of, but I was definitely afraid.

When the sound died and my heart slowed down a bit, it still wasn't normal but it was better, I slowly began to turn around. And that's when I felt my heart stop completely. If there was any color left in my face at all, it would have gone then. Standing there, blocking my only way out of the alleyway was Dan Phantom.

"How? How did you..." I sputtered, staring at my evil once-future self. He smirked and laughed softly, evilly. I grimaced.

"It doesn't matter. I'm out, that's what matters. And I'm going to make things the way they should be." His evil, blood red eyes flared with the obvious intent to kill me, but powerful self-restraint seemed to change his mind.

"Sadly, I can't kill you while I still exist, so I'll just have to settle for the next best thing. I'll keep you alive while you watch me kill your family, oh, and let's not forget Tucker and...Sam." He let her name slide slowly off his tongue, as if tasting it.

I shivered and my heart started beating again. I felt my eyes go from their usual ghostly green to poisonous yellow.

"How dare you say her name!" I yelled. My eyes were starting to burn from the anger I was experiencing. I was literally shaking with the powerful emotion and was unsure if I could control it. I took the chance.

I leapt at the evil version of me with all the force my weight would allow. I slammed into him and shoved my ectoplasm ignited fist into his eye. He yelled, surprised by my thoughtless actions and threw me off. I flew backwards and slammed into the wall of the alleyway. Not letting that minor collision get to me, I used the wall as a brace and shot off from it. Dan smiled and threw up his ecto-shield, which I proceeded to crash into.

I yelled in anger and threw a double fisted ecto-blast at him. He deflected it and I ducked to avoid being hit by my own, yellow, ecto-blast. Before I could regain focus from the near hit, Dan threw his own ecto-blast at me. It hit my shoulder and I was thrown back into the wall again. I put my hand over the wound, which was bleeding green ectoplasm. Not detoured from my original goal, I forced myself back into the air and over the buildings that created the alleyway. Dan Phantom followed.

I opened my mouth at the same time he did. We let loose our ghostly wails and they met in the center of us. We were both thrown back some by the force, but we just wailed harder and louder, trying to beat the other's power. I was getting lightheaded and Dan knew it. He smiled into his wail and it slowly began to overtake my own.

Finally, I let my own wail die. I had no more energy to throw. Dan Phantom's ghostly wail consumed me. I screamed and felt myself crash against the ground and then the wall of the alleyway. The powerful ghostly wail was pounding in my head, I couldn't get rid of it; I couldn't even fight it. I felt myself turn human right before I passed out.

I groaned and opened my eyes. The ghostly wail had stopped and Dan Phantom was floating a few feet above me.

"Get away." I said weekly. He smirked, but his smirk turned to a look of surprise and confusion as a white blue light shot at him and began to pull him back. I turned my lips up in a smile as my mom sucked him into the newly repaired Fenton Ghost Weasel.

"Ha." I muttered triumphantly as he clawed at the ground, trying to escape the blue beam. Failing, he turned to my parents.

"You're Danny is the Ghost Boy!" He shouted before he was sucked into the contraption.

I felt my face form what you might call a deer-in-the-headlights expression. I began wishing with all I had that they wouldn't ask. Where was Desiree when you needed her?

"Danny? Are you all right?" My mom asked gently, holding out a hand to help me up. I could see now because Dad had a flashlight. I took her hand and stood, nodding my head that I was all right.

"Danny! That ghost hurt you!" She said, looking at my bleeding shoulder. I'd forgotten about that. The green ectoplasm had disappeared and now there was blood oozing from the place I'd been hit by Dan Phantom.

"Uh, it's fine, Mom. It only hurts a little bit." I said. Dad, who had been quiet for a while, as if actually thinking, said,

"Danny? Are you really the Ghost Kid?" I felt my stomach drop and I shivered visibly at the question. Why did he ask? Why did this have to happen to ME? I looked into both of their faces, but both were impassive. My head was beginning to throb from keeping it in.

"Are you?" Mom asked sternly, to me it almost sounded threatening. I was shaking and I'd begun to sweat. I couldn't tell them; I just couldn't. My head was spinning, and I lost control.

"YES! I'M DANNY PHANTOM!" I yelled.

I didn't waste any time. Terrified, I went ghost and flew as fast as I could out of the alleyway, both invisible and intangible in case of flying projectiles. They hated me now, I just knew it. I was a freak to them, an enemy that they could hunt anytime they pleased. I couldn't go back...ever.

(Sam's POV)

I woke up suddenly to a sharp tap on my window. I jumped out of bed and glanced over toward the noise. It was Danny. But he wasn't right. He was floating on my balcony as Danny Phantom; his shoulder was bleeding green ectoplasmic blood and there were tears running down his face. He looked terrified and devastated at the same time. So terrified, apparently, that he'd forgotten that he could just phaze through my window instead of waiting for me to open it.

I ran to the window and let him in. He took a few steps towards me and collapsed, turning back into Danny Fenton as he did so.

"Danny, what's wrong? What happened to you?" I asked frantically, half helping him walk, half dragging him to my bed. I laid him down and ran into my bathroom to dampen some towels.

When I came back, he hadn't moved. He was just staring up at the ceiling, tears sparkling in his ice blue eyes. He was starting to scare me.

"Danny? DANNY! Please tell me what happened!" I said, sitting down beside him and forcing him to sit up. He didn't seem to have any control over his movements and his face was as pale as it was in ghost mode. I started to clean the blood from his shoulder as best I could with one hand. At my touch, he seemed to stiffen, come back to life.

"Sam." He whimpered, his voice barely audible.

"Sam they know!" He said, getting louder as he got more worked up. He started shaking again. I was near panicking myself at this point.

"Danny, who knows? What do they know? Is it the Guys in White?" He shook his head and somehow I knew it was worse.

"My parents! They know I'm a ghost! I can't ever go back! They'll think I'm a freak! They'll hunt me down! They'll... they'll kill me." And with that he broke down completely.

I gasped at the hysterical boy before me. I could sense just how afraid he really was, and I didn't like it.

"Danny, how do you know? It doesn't seem like your parents to hunt you down. They wouldn't do that to their son, no matter who or what he was." I said, pulling him to me. I felt his warm tears fall on my shoulder and dampen my skin. I felt his chest heaving as he fought to keep his breath.

I wrapped my arms around him and just held him close.

"Danny, it's okay."

"No it's not! I don't even know how much they hate me! They hate all ghosts! I didn't stick around long enough to be blasted into oblivion! I was a coward!" He wailed, completely limp in my arms.

"Danny, you're not a coward. And it will be okay." He pulled away slightly and looked up into my eyes before looking away again in apparent shame for showing weakness in front of me.

"Don't make me go back." He whispered.

I felt my heart melt as tears came to my own eyes.

"No. You don't have to go back. Not now. You can stay with me." He looked back up at me and smiled weakly.

"Thanks Sammy." He whispered before wrapping his arms around me and burying his head in my shoulder again.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Danny. You're welcome." I whispered softly, running my fingers through his soft, jet-black hair. He looked up at me again.

"Sorry for calling you Sammy, I wasn't thinking." He murmured.

"Danny, you don't have to be sorry. I don't mind you calling me Sammy." I said softly. I began to gently rub his back. He jumped at first, but slowly began to relax.

After a while, his breathing came slower and his body relaxed. I laid Danny's sleeping form down on the bed and lowered myself beside him. Hey, I couldn't just leave him alone while he was this upset, so what else was I supposed to do?

As I watched his peaceful expression and the rise and fall of his chest, I began to feel drowsy. It was hard work trying to calm a ghost down after a major scare like that. I yawned and didn't quite manage to reopen my eyes.

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Well, that's it for this chappie! Can you believe it? 22 pages! YAY ME! Anyway, I'm feeling nice/evil today, so here's part of Chapter 6:

His eyes fell half open and he looked up at me. His half-mass eyes scared me even more. I brushed his damp hair out of his eyes and put my hand to his forehead. I gasped and yanked my hand away. "Danny! You're burning up!"

Muhahahahahhahaha! I did warn you I was feeling evil! Please review!

-WriterGirl713, the Devil's Angel and (thanks to Dani phantom) the OFFICIAL Master of Fluff!